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A Spider's Symphony: The Unforgettable Transformation Into Hazbin Hotel's Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making him completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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Once upon a time, in a small town lived a seven-year-old boy named Christopher. From outward appearances, Christopher was a normal child, but what set him apart was his fascination with the animated web series, Hazbin Hotel. His favorite character from the series was Angel Dust. One day, he was playing with his Angel Dust figurine when a mysterious light engulfed him. Christopher felt his body stretch. He tried to call out to his parents, but his voice faded as his surroundings distorted and shifted. Everything faded for a while, and when his eyes blinked open again, he found himself in a bustling cityscape, bearing the sign "Welcome to Hazbin Hotel" instead of his familiar room. Christopher panicked and ran down the streets, adrenaline pumping in his veins, each moment causing his body to age abruptly. As he sprinted, his body began twisting and morphing. His limbs elongated, and his body became slender, with a distinctly feminine curve. His clothes morphed into a long pink suit-blazer with white stripes, a reddish-grey skirt, thigh-high boots, a pink bowtie, and gloves in the same color as his new suit. "What's happening to me?" He muttered, touching his fluffy white hair. Looking at a reflective surface on a nearby wall, he noticed his face morphing, his eyes turning cerise pink and his mouth filling with sharp, pointed teeth, one of which was golden. Christopher felt the mental transformation creeping in, his thoughts becoming chaotic. As his thoughts swirled, he found his memories of his family starting to fade. He tried to fight off the expanding darkness, grunting, "I won't forget. I won't forget who I am!" But it was like fighting the tide. The more he resisted, the more it pulled him in. Suddenly, two extra arms sprouted out of his sides, shocking him. His height reached an astounding eight feet. He watched in a mix of awe and fear as his skin began to turn into white fur, and three more pink dots appeared under each of his cerise pink irises. All his efforts to fight off the rapid changes were futile. His former memories all but faded, replaced by the life and experiences of Angel Dust, the demon spider actor. He had no recollection of being a human child or ever living anywhere other than Hazbin Hotel. The only truth he now knew was his life as the stylish, brazen, and sarcastic Angel Dust. His past attempts to contact his parents became a distant memory, replaced by thoughts of Italian cuisine, money, and drugs. The underlying fear of his boss, Valentino, hung on the fringes of his mind. His distaste towards scripts and the feeling of affection towards his so-called friends at Hazbin Hotel felt natural. As the sun set on the streets of Hazbin Hotel, a glamorously eight feet tall Angel Dust, with his flirtatious demeanor and quick wit, sauntering amongst familiar faces, couldn't help but give out a sigh. The Bulbous city lights glinting off his luminescent fur reflected the complexity and confidence of his new identity. There stood Angel Dust, not Christopher, but someone with Angel Dust's memories, attributes, and personality - an exact mirror. A sense of dismay clung to him as he realized that the boy he used to be was indeed no more. Perhaps this was his true destiny - being Angel Dust, regardless of the forces behind the transformation. As he walked down the streets, he murmured to himself in his new-found New York Accent. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Welcome to the rest of your life. You better get comfortable. And just remember, if anyone asks, I was always Angel Dust."

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:44 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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